Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1887-12-11

brorzs fingers grasping a torch, and tn
mustached lips closing down with grin
determination.
Turn also honOrs the scientific brair
that can conquer nature. She has brought
many tons of stone from Mount Gents
and piled them into q monument t.
the memory Of the three engineer
who constructed the tunnel. Scat
tered among rocks are marble
images repre- enting the giants of th'
mountain, who are in the attitude of com
plete suhjection-made so by the geniu:
Of science, who perches grandly 3. the top
1t is q queer but forcibls monument an6
the rude part of it reminds one, IN
grand way, of Agassiz's granite bowlder
headstOne at Mount Auburn.
II KINGS PALACE
is a melancholy testimonial to the expense
of keeping n king. 1t is u collection ofgil'
and marble halls that must haIe cost mil'
lions of dollars. The monarch stays here,
perhaps, two or three weeks in the year.
He has another palace at Rome, another at
Milan, another at Venice, etc. etc. Mean
while the banks of the Pc are lined with
w~asherwOmen who toll Mt a few ceutimes
per day, and a small coin thrown into a
crowd ofItalian boys produces a hungry,
desperate, murderous fight.
The armory" contains jewelled aud
fligreed specimens of all the weapons me b,
have used to kill each other with, from
Cain to the present time. Among its
grim cutlery of the battlefield is the
sword of Napoleon wore at Marengo. A
lock of his hair rests above it. Both are
very ordinary in appearance, and still the
most impressive objects in the whole vast
collection.
The Museum OF Antiquities" has every
thing that the establishment could steal,
beg, or buy for centuries past. 1t is prob
ably the best, or rather the worst collection
Of Egyptian antiquities in Europe. l say
worst, because l consider it a sin to desc
crate the sacred graves upon the Nile,
mummies are dead men and women.
whose friends laid them away with
all the bitter sorrow Of be-
reayement, in white shrouds glistenirg
with tears. A wOman's mead that l saw
to-day had been detached from the body,
and lay in the corner of a case-grsy hairs
creeping timidly down upon the outraged
brow. In what remained of the gen
tie though disColored features, rude
ly unswathed and torn from its
casket of rest, the traces OF . sweet
and matronly woman. What an inconsis-
tent, barbarous century this is in some re-
spects. We make it a States prison crime
to steal corpses as long as they have any
friends living to protect them; and, after
that. we plough through them, build over
them, rob them, burn them for fuel and
exhibit them in circuses and ~menageries
THE PICTURE GALLERIES
of Turin consist mostly not of paintings
from the masters, but of more or less
faithful copies of them, and dim refec-
tions of their style. Those in the City
Museum interest ME most, for here
are the efforts of local geniuses, whose
work has been bought by the municipal
ity, and placed where the people
can see and study them. Every city of
good size in America ought to have a local
museum and gallery, in which its home
talent could be exhibited, after having
been bought of artist or ~artiticer at a gen.
eroUs price.
But the sun is setting behind the Cot
tiau Alps. and it is time for us TO rest
from our first day in the great northwest
ern town Of Italy. WILL CARLETON.